The zebra-bird flies over
my half-napping face & lands
in a crab apple tree   freckled
with holes   Aloe green apples
globed & swinging adorn
hundreds of gaudy earrings
I get dizzy from breathing
with my eyes closed   The song
doubles in my ears   A different bird
with a red head stabs its face
into the earth I want to be like that
total in my wanting for you
              A breeze splits off
& tangles above the stream
A cloud that looks like a cowgirl
boot comes & covers the sun